Mending Bruises, But Not the Heart

A genuine smile crept across his face, excitement stirring within him. How long had it been since he'd actually gone out with someone? Lately, life had been nothing but survival—kill or be killed—and he'd almost forgotten the simple joy of an afternoon out. Today, however, felt different. As the soft light from the window bathed the room in warmth, he couldn’t help but feel a spark of anticipation. Like the handsome man at his side, he had high hopes for the day, a rare indulgence for someone like him.

Deyran paused at the door, his hand resting lightly on the handle. With a quiet but deliberate motion, he gestured for Alaric to go first, a glimmer of respect and anticipation in his eyes. The outside revealed the bustling streets of Denerim just beyond, the noise of the market mingling with the scent of of it all.

Deyran led the way through the bustling streets of Denerim, his pace steady yet unhurried. The lively chatter of merchants, street performers, and travelers filled the air, creating a soundtrack to their walk. As they neared the Market District, the familiar scent of roasted meats and fresh bread grew stronger, mingling with the scent of the city’s stone and old wood. The Gnawed Noble loomed ahead, its wooden sign swinging gently in the breeze, promising warmth and the usual elegant atmosphere within.

@Alaric